A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

Dai Yan glanced at a member of the Moyan Pavilion who was knocked to the ground from his hiding place by Wu Qing's thunder, and said with an understanding smile: "You're new here, just get used to it."

The man twitched the corner of his mouth, then nodded dully, and with the good qualities he had learned through training, he hid away again without stopping to guard their master.

"Master, let's take action first." Cang Yan bowed gracefully to Wu Qing. As soon as he finished speaking, the four of them moved and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Wait..." Wu Qing's words were still choked in her throat. When she saw all four people running away, she glanced at the empty wine bottle in her hand, threw it away, and said slanderously, "Forget it, it's wine for worship. Maybe it has a different taste, it’s a rare opportunity, it would be a waste to leave it to the dead.”

The moment the jug fell to the ground, Wu Qing frowned, turned his head and looked suddenly in the direction of the mausoleum, his eyes as sharp as the light of a knife.

Unexpectedly, she saw nothing. The feeling of peeping just now seemed to be an illusion.

At the same time, there was a commotion in the cemetery, and an uneasy factor was surging rapidly. Fu Zhaoli's eyes turned cold and he shouted displeasedly: "What happened!"

Before the ministers had time to reply, there were shouts of surprise from outside the mausoleum: "There is an assassin! Hurry and protect him!"

Before he finished speaking, and before the guards in the cemetery could react, four figures fell from the sky. There were two men and two women, each wearing a silver mask on their faces. The deep ink-like flame characters on the foreheads of the masks made people feel nervous.

It's Moyan Pavilion! The two sides of the black and white circles hold the economic lifeline of the first half of the two dynasties. They make all the demon sects retreat three feet. If you are in a good mood, you can accept the commission. If you are in a good mood, you will kill Moyan Pavilion without any discussion!

And these four men and women, who are very cultivated at a young age and always wear masks in front of the world, are probably the four world-famous guardians under the master of Moyan Pavilion!

"Protect Wu Qing!" Fu Zhaoli immediately became on guard. There is no doubt that someone from Mo Yan Pavilion is coming today, and their target is Wu Qing's body. He was already heartbroken by losing Wu Qing, and now he would never allow anyone to take away the only body she had left!

The guards from outside rushed in and did not take action against the rest of the Moyan Pavilion who invaded the imperial mausoleum. Instead, they densely protected the jade coffin, ready to meet the four guardians who wanted to snatch people away at any time.

"Fu Zhaoli, what are you afraid of? We won't kill you today, we just want to get back things that don't belong to you!" Lan Yan landed on the tombstone with a sneer in his eyes. She is not as tolerant as Dai Yan. She will naturally vent her anger when she sees her enemy.

"I apologize to you about Wu Qing, but she must be buried here today." Because of Wu Qing's relationship, Fu Zhaoli was still very polite to the four guardians. He didn't even use my self-identity, but between words But he can't hide his toughness.

"Do you have the qualifications?" Bei Yan, who never spoke much, said coldly, his tone solid.

He personally forced Wu Qing to a dead end and wanted to bury Wu Qing here. Is he worthy?

"I'm just...just..." Fu Zhaoli's face turned pale when he was hit in a painful spot.

Just because he likes her, he wants her to be with him in a more intimate capacity for the rest of his life. Is it wrong?

Not necessarily, but whether it is right or wrong now, everything yesterday has been a foregone conclusion, so what is the use of talking about it anymore? What he needs more is to seize the present!

Fu Zhaoli quickly recovered and his commanding tone left no room for doubt: "Stop them for me. If Wu Qing makes any mistakes, I'll put you to trial!"

Hearing this, the guards protecting the jade coffin all pulled out their swords, but cold sweat broke out in their hands. The names of the four guardians of Moyan Pavilion, who were personally trained by the master of Moyan Pavilion, are known to everyone. Only one person can sweep away thousands of armies. Now facing four people at the same time, they had no confidence at all.

Outside the mausoleum, the members of Moyan Pavilion were already fighting with the remaining guards. These lackeys were also responsible for forcing Wu Qing into a desperate situation that day. Regardless of whether they had no choice or what, let's kill them first to vent their anger!

Here, the four guardians remained motionless. The guards could no longer bear the pressure and simply turned from passive to active and attacked the four guardians. After all, facing such a strong opponent, there is no point in defending.

The four guardians looked at each other with disdain and calmly faced the many guards, but they used fierce moves. Four different colors of water, fire, wood and earth magic powers flew in the sky, killing the endless stream of enemies like chopping carrots. Guards.

The ministers were so frightened that they fled in all directions. They were afraid of Fu Zhaoli's punishment and did not dare to leave without authorization. They had to hide and tremble in a safe place.

Fu Zhaoli's face looked a little ugly. Although there were many guards, if this trend continued, the four guardians had already taken Wu Qing's body away without waiting for people to be mobilized from the palace.

But what puzzled him was that apart from fighting with the rushing guards, the four guardians had no intention of approaching the jade coffin. Otherwise, with their strength, they might have succeeded by now.

With no time to consider the reason, Fu Zhaoli focused on the whereabouts of Wu Qing's body. No matter what the four guardians had in mind, he had to take a preemptive strike and eliminate all possibilities!

Thinking of this, Fu Zhaoli's murderous aura burst out. He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and entrusted himself to the man next to him: "National Master, I'm done."

When Fu Zhaoli opened his mouth, the four guardians turned their heads and were suddenly startled. They didn't even notice anyone around Fu Zhaoli!

The man was dressed in green clothes, and his elegance was innate, like the cool bamboo mixed with water mist, which was touching.

Such a person is the center of attention wherever he goes, but they have never discovered his existence. The only explanation is the other party's unpredictable cultivation. When a person's cultivation reaches a certain level, he can completely control his aura and appear as if there is no one else.

They suddenly remembered that a month ago, the Fuying Dynasty established a new national master. This person was able to strategize and change the situation in a matter of seconds, and was highly regarded by Fu Zhaoli. Moreover, his origin is mysterious, no one knows his details, and he seems to have a lot of background.

The man in front of me should be the handsome Fu Ying New Imperial Master who has been rumored a lot!

"Your Majesty, don't you regret it?" the man asked unhurriedly, his eyes falling on the face of the man in the coffin, his pupils becoming more and more thoughtful with some consideration.

"Kill!" With one word spoken, Fu Zhaoli clenched his fists.

This gentle man appeared more than a month ago. Apart from his name, he knew nothing about him, but his strength and talent were enough for him to put aside these scruples and use them for his own purposes.

If he were allowed to take action, the four guardians would probably never come back. He didn't want to hurt the people Wu Qing left behind. However, he couldn't let them leave with Wu Qing's body!

Wuqing, I'm sorry.